As the sun comes up on another day
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And the bright light drifts into our mutual mind
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I start to sing without any disarray
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And I broadcast my melody, via Basic 5
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Everybody starts to sing with me
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The wind whistles across the snow
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But it won't affect our psychic flow
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On this planet we are free
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The circle is broken, and we've cleared the debris
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'Cause being an Ood, is better when you're free
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I can sing all day now I'm out of captivity
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Running through the snow with my brain in my hands
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I feel like your song is coming to its end
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Oh
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It's hard to think about what's happened to my kin
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Once an empty slave race, but now thinking again
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It's such a shame that all those humans couldn't quite construe
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We aren't just a reflection, we're just the same as you
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So throw away your credits, and give us our free will
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We know we're a bit ugly but we're friendly as hell
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Hopefully without us you won't pine away and die
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We want to live our own lives now, at least let us try
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'Cause being an Ood, is better when you're free
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I can sing all day now I'm out of captivity
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Running through the snow with my brain in my hands
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I feel like your song is coming to its end
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Oh
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And even if you hate us, and think that we're all scum
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We live on different planets so I'm sure you'll succumb
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Friends of the Ood, we thank you, for everything you've done
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You've been so good to us, and our new lives have only just begun
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'Cause being an Ood, is better when you're free
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I can sing all day now I'm out of captivity
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Running through the snow with my brain in my hands
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I feel like your song is coming to its end
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'Cause being an Ood, is better when you're free
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I can sing all day now I'm out of captivity
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Running through the snow with my brain in my hands
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I feel like your song is coming to its end
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So let's just be friends, now
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Ooooooooo-d
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Friends Of The Ood (Acoustic)
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| Chameleon Circuit |
